Your loneliness was palpable Bitter regret on my tongue From all the lessons learned but forgotten All the forever’s that never happened I know I was not the salve you wanted A poor substitute for the lost soul of your dreams Instead of releasing you, I made it about me And it was never about me Yet to forgive myself has been the hardest lesson of all The beauty in forgiveness is my hope for the future So I am sorry
I release you
I release myself
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #259: Hope
The meandering pattern of rivers and veins branches and horizons repeating the grace of symmetry found in nature where function overrules perfection Fractured fractals in balanced harmony sing the universal code of mathematical probability bringing imperfect beauty to life
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #251: Mathematics
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